Ready, Aim, Party
Bucks mission brief
Ready to fire up the chaos? Ready, Aim, Party sends the boys straight into paintball combat where the buck becomes the glowing target of the century. With gear strapped on and one hundred paintballs per bloke, the lads leave nothing behind except bruises and questionable sportsmanship. Then the real pints begin, rolling through jugs, schooners, wings and enough salty stories to rewrite history. For a Bucks group of 9, this is the perfect blend of warfare and refreshments, a mission of mayhem that hits harder with every round.
Game Plan
$199.00 per person, based on 9 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!The moment the lads assemble, the energy snaps into place like a safety being switched off. Ready, Aim, Party is the Gold Coast Bucks mission designed for blokes who want war stories before sundown and cold pints before the bruises stop throbbing! This is not a polite stroll into nightlife. This is a tactical march loaded with chaos, carnage and celebratory hydration. We set the targets. You take the shots.
Your mission begins on our paintball battlefield where logic disappears, mercy evaporates and the groom instantly becomes the nation’s most wanted man. We arm the squad with semi-automatic paintball guns, full-face masks and camo gear sturdy enough to protect pride and the occasional fragile ego. And because we actually care about long-term survival, we make sure the groom’s most valuable assets are shielded. We cover the crown jewels, we protect the family future. We are good people.
Each man receives one hundred paintballs, and not a single one goes to waste. The boys unleash petty grudges, questionable tactics and wild accusations as soon as the whistle blows. Paint explodes. Screams echo. The groom bolts through the bush in whatever ridiculous costume the lads packed for him, moving like a terrified festival mascot while his mates take aim. It is chaos at its finest!
When the battlefield finally goes quiet and the groom resembles modern art, the squad moves on to stage two. Pints for survivors. Your reserved table at our bar and bistro is waiting the moment you limp in, still breathless, still laughing, still pointing fingers. No crowd wrestling. No awkward loitering. No waiting while you debate who betrayed who. And the groom? He is awarded a full jug of beer served like a battlefield medal. The boys roar. He drinks like he earned immunity for the rest of the night.
With morale restored and the paint still drying on clothes that may never recover, the squad advances toward stop three. Our sports bar and beer garden has a two-hour reserved table locked and ready. Because the only thing more tragic than getting shot in the ribs at close range is wandering a bar with no seats. Drinks arrive immediately. One schooner for every lad. A bonus one for the groom because earlier he took more hits than a malfunctioning vending machine. We think he deserves liquid encouragement!
Then the feast lands. Wings and chips in flavour explosions that hit harder than the last ambush you survived. Buffalo that bites. Portuguese with kick. Hickory Smoked BBQ that tastes like victory beside a campfire. Honey Soy dripping sweet smugness across the table. The lads demolish everything with the hunger of men who expended all available calories hiding behind barrels and yelling tactical nonsense. The banter becomes heroic. The bragging becomes delusional. Don't worry, we support both.
Once the lads are fed and fuelled and the groom’s ego has swelled back to pre-battle size, the night shifts into its final phase. The celebratory retreat. Your arrival at our iconic Irish bar feels like marching into friendly territory. Reserved seating is waiting, locked in and expecting you like legendary veterans returning from glory. The groom receives yet another jug of beer, presented with the flourish of a man being honoured for bravery he did not expect to survive. The lads cheer. The stories start flowing. The lies get bigger. Somebody claims to have landed a shot from thirty metres away, while somebody else swears they fought three blokes at once. The groom becomes the punchline of every tale and thrives in it.
The laughs get dangerous. The volume increases. The chaos settles into that perfect party sweet spot where every bloke feels like a legend, no matter how many times he was shot, screamed or humiliated earlier in the day.
Ready, Aim, Party is not just a Bucks night. It is a campaign built for blokes who want to fire shots, raise glasses and demolish the groom’s dignity with stunning efficiency. When a man is about to settle down, he deserves a final mission with his squad locked in beside him. Call us on 1300 339 734 or reach out via Our Contact Form to secure it. Paint washes off. Hangovers fade. But battle stories? They hit the target every time.